#I'M SORRY FOR THE ACTUAL MIDNIGHT TAG OMG

[doyouknowthemossinman]

So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost

Danny's memory of Mike being at his graduation in LW ch. 16 was so transformative for me for NO reason.... ANYWAY

Context for the first image is Danny packing for college and saying bye to the Fazgang... I realize that cutting the rest of the images left that out. And by proxy the second one is Mike's appearance at his graduation!

These were supposed to be the ending parts to a longer comic-looking part that included the rest of the chorus of the song, but I hated it so much!!! You can literally tell that I spent so much more time on the second part but it's the one that's more emotional anyway??? So I'm ok with it lol

On a wayyyy more personal note my little journey drawing and writing for these two has been so so so healing for me. I just moved up to University and dealing with that has been as tough as it probably is for everyone else, but this has become my outlet for it I guess! Mike just being The Way He Is helps a lot!! Especially the way he treats Danny and Max in canon. I guess I imprinted on Danny because he's technically the series' everyman, but his anxiety and gentleness is something I relate to. I, too, was once a sixteen-year-old trying to hold down a job in food service... I'm really glad I came back to this series when I did. I would re-read Devil's Spine every few months as a pick-me-up bc I love Mike in that fic, but coming back and re-reading the series as a whole (and as an adult with a better reading comprehension lmao) gave me a new appreciation for the rest of the cast, too, and especially Danny obviously. My appreciation for the whole series and for its wonderful author knows no bounds!!!!! I can't put into words how much love I have in my (albeit small) being that is directed at KGA and @charlieslowartsies; I have to stim it all out but you can't see that, so I have to try words anyway 😭

HEY. Just because I wrote this big-ass confession or whatever doesn't mean I'm done with making content for the KGA!!!! I have a to-do list and by god I will do maybe at least half of it!! I just wanted to put my personal shit on the Really Good artwork instead of the shitposts that are coming down the pipeline ;P

[Seriously, the LOML]

[charliesangel67]

reader in which tom and reader have been friends since first year but over the time tom has grown rather fascinated with her. Tom has had wet dreams about reader for some time so when he and the reader ends up sharing a bed he is nervous about having one when he's in the same bed with her. If you're comfortable I would really like it if he has a wet dreams and whispers in his sleep saying reader's name. Then reader hears it, tom wakes up embarrassed but reader teases him a little then make his dream come true (oral sex female receives then regular sex) and please make tom a little bit submissive.

Thank you in advance, sorry it's a big request!!<3

More than just friends

Tom Riddle x Fem!reader

Authors note: hii guys, so this was a request from @cedricswife - lmk if yall want a pt 2. Ahhh, omg I really hope yall enjoy this, and if you do, don't forget to like and reblog. Also guys, please request fics if you want, I'm more than happy to write them. I will also be making a tag list soon, so just comment your name/@ and what kind of fics you wanna be tagged it eg. Tom riddle, Bucky barnes....

This story is set in the same time as when the Golden Trio were at Hogwarts.

Warnings: Soft!Tom, SMUTT, oral fem!receiving, unprotected p in v sex. Fluff.

Word count- 2620

I met Tom in first year, in the great hall at the Slytherin table. At first he was staring daggers at me, then he took a seat next to mine and started a conversation. I was shocked to say the least. Tom terrified me, but he seemed truly fascinated with me. Since that day on, we were inseparable. We always sat together in class and we hung out so often that most boys were even scared to ask me out because they knew Tom’s reputation and that he would hurt them if they tried something with me. “Tom, this is actually pissing me off.” I complained as I walked into my dorm room, knowing that Tom would be sitting at my desk doing his homework. “Mmh, what is it love?” He asked in his brisky British accent that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. “Not a single guy will ask me out because they’re all either scared of you, or assume we’re dating because we hang out so much.” I whined. “And? At least I don’t have to worry about you running to me every month because you got dumped or because your man was being an ass.” He responded calmly. “Oh my lord Tom. Whatever.” I countered, annoyed at him.

Over the Christmas holidays, Tom and I would stay at the Castle, playing chess and talking until midnight. We talked about starting fifth-year and about our chosen classes. Then of course the Yule Ball and the school trip to London. “Okay, how would you feel about a second floor room, with a balcony and a view of the city?” I asked Tom over a cup of hot chocolate and a game of cards. “I’m not sure Love, are we even allowed to choose our room mate?” Tom asked with a chuckle. “I don't care, I’m gonna find a way so that we can be in the same room, because I do not want to share a room with any other smelly boys or bitchy girls.” “You are kidding right? The other week you were complaining to me that I was restricting your chance of getting a boyfriend. And you called me smelly?! Who do you think you are?” “Well clearly your favourite because I’m the only person you hang out with other than Draco.” I countered, “And yeah, I’ve changed my mind about wanting a boyfriend, Cormac tried to hit on me the other day and it was a disgusting experience.” I laughed off. What I didn’t notice however was the glint in Tom’s eyes as he watched me laugh, he found my smile so attractive, and he found me so fascinating. 

It had been a week since Tom and I hung out in the common room that December night. Students were returning from their Christmas holidays even though classes didn’t start for another 5 days. This did give me more time to talk to Professor McGonagall about the room situations for our upcoming London trip. However, I didn’t see Tom all night, not in the common room, in any of the classes or even in the Great Hall. But I knew Tom well enough to know that if he does not want to be found then he won’t let himse;f be found. That night however, against my knowledge, Tom was dreaming about me. Nothing sweet of course, in fact it was all dirty. Tom dreamt of fucking his best friend, of giving her head, of playing with her tits and hearign her moan his name. It was what he had longed for ever since fourth-year when she complained to him about not being able to get a boyfriend because of him. That made Tom proud that people thought he was y/n’s boyfriend and that she was safe from all these disgusting boys that only want to use her for her body, like Cormac. Tom wasn’t sure what Cormac did or said to y/n but he was sure it wasn’t something very nice if she didn’t feel comfortable sharing it, even with him.

These dreams went on and on for the next couple of days. Tom couldn’t control it, he just dreamt if fuckign his best friend over and over again. Then came the day, it was mid April of fifth-year and the students were getting ready to leave for London. That included Tom and y/n. “C’mon Y/n, have you got your stuff packed for the trip?” Tom asked as he sat outside my dorm with his one duffle bag, “Yeah, I think so. Can I get a bit of help please.” I asked as I struggled to carry my bags out of my room. “We are going away for 5 days y/n. Why do you need so many bags?” Tom asked as he grabbed my suitcase and duffle bag. “Because I just do.” I replied.  Tom then helped me carry my 3 bags out to the Great Hall where everyone was meeting so that we could get the Thestral-Carriages to take us to Hogsmead station. Naturally, Tom and I sat in the same compartment on our entire 10 hour train trip to London. We talked, and I sat in silence when Tom read but otherwise, it was a pretty boring trip. So boring in fact that we even started playing smash or pass whenever someone walked by our train compartment. “Okay, her?” I asked as Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw girl we only know from the D.A organisation walked past our compartment, “Hard pass, you know I have a type y/n.” Tom opposed, “Yeah, okay. Sorry.” I responded, putting my hands up in defeat. “What about him?” Tom asked, “Ooh, I don’t know. I’d probably say smash for him.” I shrugged, “What? You’d smash Blaise?” Questioned Tom, clearly jealous at my response. “Yeah, he’s hot. What’s your problem? Are you jealous?” I teased. Tom, not one to express his feelings, just shrugged and ignored my remark because he knew I was right but he just didn’t want to admit it. 

“Welcome to London Tom. The city of money and horrible weather. How do you feel about being here?” I asked him. “I want to kill myself.” He replied dryly, but somehow managed to sneak a little smile when he saw my smile at his snide remark. The smile didn’t go unnoticed by me. The professors led the fifth-year students to the exit of the station and to a pick up area. I saw taxi drivers holding signs that read surnames and I giggled at a few of them, elbowing Tom a couple times so that we could giggle at some of the names together. It was already past 7pm when we got off the train, so waiting for the bus took us up to about 7:20. Then I spotted a purple night bus arriving at the exit where the Hogwarts crowd was assembled. “Okay students, can we please be respectful as we board the bus.” Professor McGonagall yelled over the chatter as the fifth-years started boarding the night bus. A man named Stan Shunpike greeted us at the entrance of the bus. It didn’t take anymore than 10 minutes to arrive at the hotel that the school had booked for us to stay at in London. 

Upon entering the hotel lobby, the professors went to the main reception to get the keys for the rooms. “Alrighty students, please listen up for your names.” announced Professor Lupin, one of my favourite teachers. “Harry, Ron, Hermione and Parvati are all in room 214. Susan, Padma, Justin and Vincent are all in room 215……..”  At one point I completely zoned out from what Professor Lupin was talking about until I felt Tom pull on my sleeve, “C’mon y/n.” “What?” I asked him, completely distracted, “We are in a room together, room 236.” Tom responded. “Just us two?” I questioned. “Please try and listen next time y/n. Yes, just us two in one room, in one bed, unfortunately, due to us being the only Slytherin boy and girl that get along so well that even the teachers think we are dating, so they put us in a room together.” Tom continued, clearly not phased by us sharing a bed. I was struggling to catch up with his speed as he was basically running up the stairs with all my luggage. I came to an abrupt stop when Tom stopped to open our room door. It was a nice, crisp bedroom, 1 large king sized bed, a walk in closet and a large bathroom. “Gee, I think we won the jackpot with this room.” I announced as I threw myself onto the bed. I was quite sure I saw Tom smirk as he locked the door, I then felt his strong hands grip my legs and pull me off the bed, laughing as I protested and kicked him lightly. “Put me down Tommy.” I yelled, Instead of putting me down, he threw me back onto the bed. “Just so you know, You’re the only person that can call me Tommy.” he smirked and pointed at me, a single strand of hair falling out, in front of his face, inviting me to brush it away, Tom looking way too sexy for me to only want him as a friend. 

That night as we both got ready for bed, I panicked, releasing I only brought my sexy pj’s incase I got lucky one night, and not my comfy ones. Tom, noticing me in distress, asked what was wrong. “What’s wrong Love?” “I brought the wrong pj’s.'' I groaned. “Why? What’s the problem with these?” Tom asked, I held them up for him to see and I heard him whistle. “What?” I laughed, “Well I think you bought the wrong pair, where did you buy them anyway? Sexyland?” He asked. I let out a chuckle, leaning forward as I laughed, unknowingly giving Tom a clear view of my cleavage and the top of my breasts. I heard him take a strong breath and I noticed him adjusting his pants a little as I got up to have a shower, brushing off the reactions from Tom as nothing. After my shower, when I walked out in my pj’s I knew Tom would have some kind of reaction, like any average teenage boy when they see more boobs than expected. It was already awkward sleeping in the same bed as my boy bestfriend who I have known since we were 11, but then me sleeping in pj’s that showed half my boobs and him sleeping in nothing but a pair of boxers made it just a little bit more awkward.

I seemed almost like our roles were reversed. Instead of me falling asleep first and Tom staying up until past midnight reading, It was him who fell asleep first. It couldn’t have been much past 10 o’clock when I heard my name being said. It was muffled so it could’ve most likely come from another room, but as I leaned over to the bedside table to put my book in the drawer and turn the small night light off, I realised that it was Tom who was calling my name. Not even calling it, he was moaning my name. I started shaking his body, trying to wake him up. “Tom, wake up.” I whispered. “What is it y/n?” He groaned. “Why the fuck are you moaning my name in your sleep?” I asked him as he rolled over to face me. “What do you mean?” He asked, “I mean, why the fuck are you moaning my name? Are you having wet dreams or some shit?” I questioned. I saw Tom blush and that was how I knew I was right. “Oh my gosh” I teased, “My best friend since first year has secretly had a crush on me.” I giggled. “How do you feel about that?” Tom asked. “Well, I am glad that you feel the same way.” I announced, clearly surprising Tom because he thought only he felt that way.

“Well, why don't we reenact what you dreamt of Tommy” I told him, noticing a smile creep upon his lips. “I would love that.” He responded. “So, tell me. How did your dream start?” I asked as I let Tom take control of my actions. “Well, first,” Tom didn’t even finish his sentence before he pulled my pj shorts down and dived straight into my pussy. I moaned and pulled at his hair as he licked through my folds and his lips attached to my clit. “Oh fuck Tommy, I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you.” I moaned. I heard Tom chuckle and look up into my eyes smirking, “Do I make you feel good doll?” “Fuck yes.” I moaned, “‘Should’ve just fucked me in third-year when I complained to you about not getting a boyfriend.” I laughed, quickly replaced by a moan as Tom sucked on my clit. “Oh shit, I’m close Tommy, please.” “You gonna come sweet girl?” He asked, returning his attention to my clit. “Mmh, yes please Tommy, please.” I shrieked, as I came undone on Tom's tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good sweet girl.” he moaned as he continued eating my pussy, and licking up my juices. 

“Oh fuck Tom, stop teasing just stick it in already.” I moaned when Tom finally thrusted his thick cock inside my wet pussy. “Oh shit, you feel so good doll.” Tom moaned, thrusting in and out of my soaking cunt, earning moans and mumbled words from me. “Mmh” I hummed, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot every single time. “Fuck, angel you feel so good, so tight around my cock,” he kept thrusting harder in and out of my pussy. Harder, Faster, Stronger. “Oh fuck… fuck…fuck.” all I could utter were moans and swears of pleasure. “Oh, you make me feel so fucking good Tommy,”  this made Tom go even harder, hitting my g-spot and every right spot in my cunt. Tom placed his thumb on my clit, massaging it in circles and whispering in my ear, “You gonna come all over my cock sweet girl?” “Yes please Tommy, Please.” Tom increased his speed on my clit and thrusted harder into my pussy. I felt his cock twitch inside me, knowing that he was close, then he pulled out. I groaned in annoyance at his actions, “I want you to ride me, I want you to control me and make yourself come.” Tom said. I cradled his thighs, sinking down on his cock once again. “Oh fuck,” I moaned “I’m gonna ride you until I pass out.” I announced, causing Tom to look at me surprised. “Are you really?” he asked, smirking as I started bouncing on his cock. I bounced and rode his cock, meanwhile massaging my clit, moaning Tom's name as he started thrusting up into my cunt. “You gonna come inside me Tommy?” I asked, his cock twitching inside me. “Fuck yes.” He groaned in pleasure, securing his hands on my hips, guiding me on his cock. Finally, I breathed in deeply, giving myself one more push on my clit, arching my back as I came undone again. Tom’s cock twitching rapidly before he came inside my pussy. “Oh fuck,” we both moaned as I rode out our high. 

“Shit Tom, why have you been keeping that from me all this time?” I asked, laughing a little while I lay, cuddling with Tom. “Well, you never showed any interest in me, so I never asked you to be my girlfriend.” “Will you be my boyfriend Tommy?” “Sure doll.” he responded with a smile. 

[yujinniw]

MIDNIGHT RAIN — KTR | 03-perfect image

2:11 am, it was cold and rainy surprisingly in the summer. I felt everything crushing down on me. If it was work, family, scandals? It was just too much, I and lots of others are not machines, we cannot do everything perfectly like they want us to. But the only thing I can do is smile and act as if nothing has ever happened, Even if I try there will be so many shits that I don't want other's to handle because of me.

So here I am, finding it amusing how such a big tourist attraction could feel so empty for once. But damn FOR ONCE MAN thank you rain! It was nice taking all that fresh air in, feeling the warm breeze hitting my skin was not too fun but hey it is the summer, unless you live in the UK or something.

I was just minding my own business until, I saw this dude coming closer to where I was. His hair was messy, kinda looked like he just got up from a nightmare, Yikes. But I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a mask. '....masks of course, the people with the hottest hair always wear a mask.' I thought to myself 'How am I supposed to know if you're really hot or not..'

'Should I go talk to him?' 'No chae miyeon, privacy.' I slapped myself to reality. But I think it was kinda too loud considering how he suddenly turned his head my direction. 'great. JUST GREAT.' All those thoughts were gone as soon as I heard a tired voice saying; "Are you okay?" I tilted my head up to looked at him 'SHIT. what am I supposed to reply with. Yea yea I'm fine, no you looked like you fell down from heaven itself. okay.... why was that even an option.'

"Yea, just thought there was a mosquito." WOW such a great answer congratulations. He just nodded before sitting down beside me 'FUCK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT MORE NORMAL NOW YOU'RE NEXT TO ME.' hold up. act I can act FOR FUCK SAKES.

"Why are you awake and up here so late." He asked me before I could... "Just needed some fresh air. what about you?" "Needed to clear my mind." same bitch, same. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" He asked, which caught me off guard "Oh I do mind." WHAT THE HECK! NO NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!! "Oh... sorry then" he responded while scratching the nape of his neck. Miyeon Chae, This is the result of your action take responsibility

"Depends on what you're going to do with them," "Keep it to yourself? Sell it on the black market. I don't know." I retorted back. Should I tell him my real name? should I lie? Decision making should not be anywhere near me.. BUT back to reality, He chuckled at my words and responded with "Yes... I will sell it on the black market. Now give me your name." "Woww such a creep..." OMG WHAT IF HE IS A CREEP.

"No actually, do you mind if I get your name?" Right... my name... "Miyeon, Chae Miyeon" I said holding my hand out to his "As in the Actor? Or a normal person" Hah.. this bitch. " Don't know whatever you think I guess." He laugh while shaking my hand. "Kim Taerae."

If I'm being honest, His hand was huge. Would probably have me flying from one slap with that hand. But then I looked back to what he said was his name, Kim Taerae. I looked up to meet his covered face. Gorgeous eyes babes. But the hair, face shaped and hand. did match the description of the ZB1 Kim Taerae.

Eyes widened when I come back to my senses that this gorgeous looking dude right here, who still has my hand in his. Could actually be Kim Taerae Zerobaseone.. I took my hand away " I should probably get going..." "It was nice meeting you." I said quickly before running to my car. yes I drove here...

"I'm done for."

sypnosis : One of the many famous actress was spotted at a park holding hands with their boyfriend, which was rumored to be Chae Miyeon, and Kim Taerae of Zerobaseone.

a/n: Really feeling like writing today woke up at 4 am and decided yk what I'm going to write the whole of chapter 3😖 ANYWAYSSS THEY MET or did they ykyk😶

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[elvendorx]

omg can we hear more about your wips if youre comfortable sharing? i read your tags on your recent post and i nearly SCREAMED i really enjoy your writing!!!!

omg absolutely! thank you so much for this ask because the last few things i posted have been very rushed and for fests that i ran out of time on but still posted so i haven't been very confident in them. so i don't know which of mine you read but thank you it means a lot that you enjoyed <33

the next couple of things i will probably post are linked. last year i wanted to write a cosy sort-of found family on boxing day thing featuring james, sirius, lily, regulus & remus that was very slice of life with not much plot.

then i thought of a plot and changed it to a new year fic which is lily/regulus but also james/sirius where james & sirius have a new year party and sirius asks regulus to distract lily so that james can't make a move on her at midnight

but then i didn't finish it so i'm working on it again this year. then i read the boxing day thing again and i still liked it and they're quite different fics now so i'm hoping to post both

then i have (all romantic james/sirius lol):

house in the woods - this is one of the toxic jily fics! my mind has just been piling up with scenes the past couple of days and i can't keep up. but the premise is the potters in hiding in godric's hollow from lily's pov but her and james are growing apart, sirius is visiting a lot and lily's noticing how james is around sirius vs when it's just them. it makes lily think about friendship, marriage, people she's been close to (so snape) all while trying to spy on james and sirius and work out whether they're actually a thing or if they haven't worked it out yet. lots of sniping back and forth from james and lily, maybe tilting the canon perspective a bit. everyone's going to be an asshole in this <3

half a heart - this is basically james grieving his parents and sirius looking after him and james suddenly being aware of mortality and the people close to him and the fear of losing them. alternating pov, the only multi-chapter fic i have planned because it got too big

hogshead barman sirius fic - this is 21 year old james and 36 year old sirius. sirius runs the hogs head with regulus, has mentally retired, wants an easy life and can't catch a break from james who is embarrassingly flirty and uncool and sirius is like NO I'M OLD and james is like IDC YOU'RE HOT AND I LOVE YOU (after like the first time they meet). a very horny fic

messy jily break-up fic - i've had this plotted for like a year but i started writing it recently for rom com au for prongsfoot bingo. james and lily have a messy break-up, they weren't together THAT long but it was intense and they both try to "win" the break up and they go out of their way to have horrible arguments and sirius is just along for the ride

here comes the rain - remus and sirius in ootp having a drink for james on 27th march, talking about how much they love him. not sure if i want this to be canon compliant or sirius confirming to remus that him and james were a thing/he was in love with james

deep sea baby - mwpp holiday. literally came up with this while i was on holiday but james takes everyone on holiday to give them some big news (sirius knows) and they're all just like "just text it?" but james is extravagant. so he tells them that his dad is selling the company and they all have shares so it should be great news, big payout, but sirius is moody and then there are cute holiday moments and also tension. idk i love writing sirius who just cba with anyone but james makes him crack and i especially love sirius being rude to remus and remus having nothing to say back, sorry, i just do. i lied, this is also multichapter (like 4)

then i have some which i haven't worked on in ages but haven't completely shelved which are:

quidditch world cup 1978 - sirius tries to get james and regulus to go to the quidditch world cup, even though it's wartimes and even though james and regulus have never really gotten to know each other or wanted to. it's like a one last hurrah to youth before the war and going their separate ways and sirius making a connection and maybe trying to get through to regulus. might have to mess with the timeline with this, might just skim over it for james/sirius &regulus which is such a good dynamic

animagus fic - literally just the process of mwpp becoming animagi but with james/sirius in there, it's all about how it brings them closer together

prank fic - intended as like a follow up to the animagus thing, also with james/sirius, lots of tension with remus and james not being as angry with sirius as remus thinks he should be (or at all). need to reimagine parts of this because my perception of snape has evolved

coffee shop au - literally what it says on the tin. started in like 2016 because i was like WHY don't j/s fandom have a coffee shop au? lily works there, remus works there, sirius starts working there, it's called the jam pot, james' mom owns it, there's a little flat above it. one day i will finish this because it just needs sprucing really but the other fics excite me more atm

then i have like threeee other ideas that i haven't written anything, even a plan, for yet so i'll leave those as this is already long

please feel free to ask more about any of these and thank you again for reading my writing <33

[vicstmichael]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: Answer the questions as yourself or as an OC of your choice

I was tagged by @artcoffeecats! Thank you for still tagging me in fun things even though I'm never here <3 You're the best!

My tags are: @cydneydaemon, @rachaellawrites, @ashirisu, @dewiwrites, @brieflyinfatuated, @scribe-of-stories and whoever else wants to play because that's all I can think of off the top of my head!

Okay I'm totally stealing Mary's idea of answering as two MCs (one in bold, one in italics) and having them banter back and forth (go see their original post, it's so cute) because it looks like so much fun!

I'll answer as Jamie Prowse and River Gray from my latest WIP:

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah, my Grandpa on my Dad's side! He was so chill. Took me to my first Seahawks game. I'm not much of a 'James,' though. Jamie is fine.

Couldn't tell you. My mother never told me, and I don't care enough to ask her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like, yesterday, probably? I saw a really cute dog.

The night I moved in with my brother. And Jamie, by proxy. It was a momentary lapse in control that won't happen again, trust me.

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I think I'd like to have them someday.

I'm sorry, what?

Uhh--maybe we should table this conversation, yeah?

No, no. We're having it right now.

Omg look over there, what's that? *points, runs away*

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I never used to, but I've been doing it a lot more since River moved in. I think it's contagious.

Fortunately for me, stupidity isn't contagious.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes, easy. They tell you a lot. And, uhh, I have this weird superpower where I can gauge a person's mental state pretty much instantly. Like, if they're okay or not.

He's not kidding. It's creepy. For me it's whether or not the person is a threat.

*scoffs* How often are people actually threats, though?

More often than you'd think.

6. What's your eye color?

Hazel, like my dad's! They remind me of the woods back home. I like them, they're one of my best features!

Blue.

He's being modest. They're, this--like--rich, dark, midnight blue. They're gorgeous.

Jamie. *blushes*

*grins* You loved it, shut up.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Ooh, I love scary movies!

Ugh. Do I have to...?

It's fine, Riv, there's nothing wrong with liking happy endings! It's cute!

Shut up. I just think... you watch a movie or read a book to escape, right? There's enough pain in the world as it is. Why willingly put yourself through more when you could choose joy instead?

8. Any special talents?

He thinks the fact that I can speak French is a talent. I don't really see it that way, though. I don't know... photography is a talent. I'm good at that.

And writing! He's a great writer, especially poems. My talent is bass. Oh, and cooking! Those are pretty much the only things I'm really great at.

*Frowns* Not the only things.

What else, then?

Is being annoying a talent?

You're so mean. Wait, is making people laugh a talent? That counts, right? I can make pretty much anyone laugh if I really try.

Yeah, Jamie. That counts. *smiles*

9. Where were you born?

Seattle born and bred, baby!

Bordeaux, France. Didn't stay long after, though.

10. What are your hobbies?

Playing bass. Songwriting. Jamming with the roomies. Can it still be a hobby if it's also your career?

I hope so, because I was going to say photography. I also enjoy hiking and poetry--reading and writing.

And journaling. *smirks*

Hey, focus on your own hobbies.

11. Have you any pets?

Not yet, but someday we're getting a dog. Right, Riv?

Seriously? You know I'm a cat person. Having a dog is one step below having an actual child, you realize that, right? You can't even keep a fish alive.

Ye of little faith. Besides, cats are scary.

You would think that.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played football for like five minutes in high school, but it was interfering with band stuff. Does watching football count?

Sports? Ugh. Pass.

13. How tall are you?

I dunno, 6'2? Tall enough to be constantly hitting my head on shit.

...5'8...

He's just a cute lil guy. Just the cutest, ittiest, bittiest--

Jamie.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Music class! That's a cop out, right? It's true though. I liked it. Plus, my music teacher was a total fox. *grins* Ms. Dawson. I wonder how she's doing these days.

*raises an eyebrow*

Aww. I just wanted to see if you'd get jealous. Okay, you go!

Classic lit. Took it as an elective in college. I much preferred it to my business and finance courses.

15. Dream job?

I have my dream job. Playing music for a living with my best friends.

I suppose I have mine, too. Shooting photos of my brother and Jamie playing music with their best friends for a living. Not the direction I expected my life to take, but I'll take it.

Awww. Love you, baby.

Yeah, I know. *blushes*

Cool it, Han Solo.

[xikoatl]

If it had untagged archive warnings, that’s not okay and you can report it to ao3 (from someone who DOES ship them) there’s a report button at the bottom of the page, it can be a little easy to miss but it’s there. (If it was tagged creator chose not to warn, that counts as warning, but if the rating was off or it was maliciously mistagged in general, that’s still something ao3 doesn’t allow) sorry that happened to you, and hope this helps ^^

Wait omg I had already forgotten abt that post 😭😭😭 but yeah it was like midnight and I was sleepy so I just clicked on it without realizing that reading a blank and untagged work was a probably very bad idea. I don't think I will search for it again bc it was buried in the spider tags and locked to users only but thank you so much for your kindness 😿 also I don't intent to sound mean in any way but if you follow me just know that I'm personally not comfy with those kinda ships and even though I won't call flowerfng shippers names or insult them, I'm still very against it (due to personal trauma) so maybe you'd prefer unfollowing me? I don't actually pay attention to who or how many people follow me so dw, I genuinely don't know the usernames. But thank you for being respectful nonetheless.

[person-personified]

I posted 2,409 times in 2022

35 posts created (1%)

2,374 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hattalove

@ttimbradford

@extasiswings

@911bts

I tagged 1,766 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#911 fox - 708 posts

#evan buckley - 223 posts

#eddie diaz - 216 posts

#buddie - 159 posts

#in the tags - 110 posts

#words - 86 posts

#!!! - 83 posts

#911 bts - 77 posts

#911 meta - 69 posts

#art - 69 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#i gotta think...❤️‍🔥is like. beautiful and aesthetic. but a bit uncommon?i love 💖 especially with some✨✨ but i use 💕 most often.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

reeba !!! taylor !!! midnights!!! omg did you have any idea ?!?!?!? it's always out of nowhere i swear aksdfjjj :') <33

hi!! hello!!

no I fucking did not like. she was doing interviews like no I don't have another album in me just yet, I'm so tired, I thought new album would take a few years??

like obviously it's been nearly 2 years since evermore but there's the rerecordings. and also I think I've been spoilt by the folklore/evermore release schedule because I feel...empty that we don't have the tracklist or like we're not getting the whole album + mv immediately after the announcement 😅

it looks so good though! I first saw her red carpet look waking up mid sleep to check something and I thought oh so rep? and then I woke up and my friend was screaming about the new album

the aesthetic looks so gooooood. I might invest in a good eyeshadow palette so I can make her blue eyeshadow look my personality for a bit✨

also hello? louis and taylor having their albums out within a month of each other? louaylor rights!!

4 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#4

reeba!!! happy new year, my dear ✨🎉!! im so glad to have had so many silly and serious and everything-in-between conversations with you this past year 😊💫💖 i hope the new year brings a million happy moments, exciting opportunities, and pockets of peace for you 💌🥰

essie <333 happy slightly belated new year🎉🎆 I'm so glad YOU reached out after seeing my random tag rambles😭🥺🥺 because I don't think. I would have. and then I wouldn't have an insanely talented friend who's also? so good at getting the weird intangible thoughts and feelings that I am usually too insecure to talk about to most people. we're matching brain waves on a facet of ourselves and I am very very grateful to have known you this past year<3

thank you for all the wishes omg, same for you!! a million happy moments and a sense of fulfilment, progress and contentment with life. and the strength to step out of our comfort zones and reach for happiness💗💖

also I put in fireworks but I detest those irl, considering I cover my ears when balloons pop. so I hope your ears survived intact 😬

4 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

(also, no need to answer, just want to say i see about the flooding and i'm thinking about you <3 that must feel really scary and sad, i hope you and your loved ones are doing okay, sending love <3 <3 <3)

thank you, my area is safe but the country as a whole. all the provinces are effected, so many lives and livelihoods destroyed...it's really bad out there. and videos and constant updates are..emotionally taxing but if you put it in the back of your mind, you just get busy with your life and you forget those people who will need months until they can even begin to start rebuilding there lives.

and of course crops were effected so prices of some stuff are already high and they'll only get higher. and we already have shitty price hikes due to a recent change in government after some political turmoil. but thank God for private non-profits who actually help the people instead of looting donations

sorry this is. a lot. I just wish there was more I could do besides donating. hopefully volunteer activities will crop up after the initial situation has been stabilized so I can do something that isn't limited by my finances

5 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#2

reeba !!! are you back from the land of the shadowbanned??! also, what track are you claiming off midnights 👀🌙💫

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii essie🥰🥰

I am back from the land of the shadowbanned alright, so back in fact that when I saw half your ask in my notifications saying are you back from the land of... I didn't have the slightest inkling what this could be about and like a perfectly normal person, I wondered, why does essie think I'm in the land of the dead? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

as for claiming tracks, not to be (more) dramatic, I don't what's going on, idk who I AM? because like I cannot decide a track to claim. like this has never happened in any of the album releases I've been through so far. but like. lavender haze, maroon or midnight rain. like I think I want something s o f t. and side A sounds softer but I feel like the titles are going to be very misleading regarding the vibe? I am CERTAIN that whatever song I claim will not be my favorite. only two more sleeps till we know🕛⏳

How are you faring with this claiming business that I'm pathetically failing at😂

6 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hey hi how are you ☺️✨ (i typed this and my brain went ‘how’s life, tell me how’s your family’ even though i haven’t listed to that song in FOREVER aksjjj but i’m off to rectify that now <3)

hi essie!! ☀️✨✨

to be very honest, I'm just... tired 😅 I'm trying to juggle some uni stuff with a part-time job and utterly failing at time management. like I COULD give up the me time but at what cost? losing my soul? so I'm just sacrificing sleep etc 🥳🥳

oof not back to decemberrrrr. i don't think I've heard it since 9th grade except once with red tv but I remember it all too well🤪

I think that's what the kids these are calling 'core memories'

how are you?? how's life and your family (feline family)

7 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

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[lee-etc]

Thank you for the tag :D

Last song: Girlfriend Is Better by girl in red (it's a cover of one of my favourite Talking Heads songs. FINALLY, i can say that i was so right about it being lesbian-coded . amen)

Favorite color: midnight blue (look at my tumblr theme boy)

Currently watching: Initial D (got into it because of an arcade game actually)

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory (im craving cheese puffs sooo)

Relationship status: single ✌

Current obsession: what did you eat yesterday? (the manga specifically. in that one panel where kakei says he's always buying celery because he wants to put it in minestrone, i'm like omg literally me except i am always buying cucumber because i want to put it in tzatziki)

Last thing I searched up: is judith butler a lesbian (SORRY I FORGOT!! DURING LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!!! KNOW THAT I AM ASHAMED!!)

Taggginggg (feel free to ignore) : @dogboyrevenge @meiyanaalexia @aomitois

Tagged by @are-we-really-doing-this - thanks dude, I always love doing these 😊💜

Last song: I don't remember the exact song but it was definitely something from Otep's Sevas Tra album. Been listening to that a lot lately.

Favorite color: Purple. Any shade, they're all bangers.

Currently watching: Ryan Hollinger's YouTube channel - I quite enjoy his horror analyses

Sweet/savory/spicy: Love all of em, but I'm gonna have to go with sweet. A bitch has a major sweet tooth.

Relationship status: Single 😔

Current obsession: I think I'm kind of in between obsessions. There's been too much happening irl to obsess over any particular thing for too long. Here's hoping that changes now that life is calming down tho lmao

Last thing I googled: Uhhhhh MLA citation formatting, I think. For my college essay about Renfield (2023).

And lastly, no pressure tags, only if you want to: @spookyscaryslashy, @ace-disgrace-on-the-case, @visceravalentines, @ventiswampwater, and whoever else might be interested in doing this? I magically forget all of my mutuals whenever I'm supposed to tag people shdgsdfhsd.

[atinywhore]

I knocked on every door

kang yeosang x fem reader

genre: honestly, mostly angst with a splash of smut at the end.. but its good smut, in my royal opinion, so don't worry

word count: 3540 (most of it is angst lmao)

warnings: pleasure dom vibes (yeosang ofc), oral (fem receiving), HICKIESSS, multiple orgasms ;) unprotected sex (use a condom dummies), some trauma elements idk how to describe it but you'll see hopefully, angst to fluffy ending bc im a softy who needs happy endings..

an: This is part two to my besties yeosang request! This is my first time doing angst really and I'm happy with how it turned out. P.S. I didn't really edit this.. so I do apologize if there are any big issues, there shouldn't be but if there is my bad, its literally midnight the I'm finishing this and am running off of 4 hours of sleep. OMG, I have nothing against Seonghwa, I would literally shoot someone if they did what I did to him in this fic, so please no hate, he was just the first member that popped into my brain. stop I love him.

be kind and lmk :) please be nice and let me know if I missed any warnings. enjoy my dirty little hoes <3

tag list: @ch0isa99ie @mingigoo @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99

bite me- (pt 1) (pt 2)

~~~~~

He slid himself fully inside, my walls burning with pleasure. “Fuck” the word comes out in a breathy moan directly into his ear. “Holy shit doll.” He flexed his hips and another wave of pleasure burned through me. “Taking me so well.” he drew his eyes away from mine and looked down to where we were connected. Slowing his pumps and filling me as much as he can, repeating the torturous motion over and over until I almost reach the edge, and then he stops.

~

It has been 2 months since that night in the parking garage. It took me over a week to finally peel myself from my bed and actually shower. No matter how hard I tried I could not seem to erase the feeling of his hands roaming my body and how perfectly he seemed to fill me up. It wasn’t until your friends forced you out of your apartment back into civilization. You were at a cafe waiting for your friends when you got a text saying (We are sorry, please don’t hate us. You need this.) Rightfully pissed, you make to leave after seemingly being stood up, you hear a man's voice directly in front of you, “Y/n?” Your vision focuses on the tall and very handsome man now smiling down at you. “Are you y/n?” His cat-like features pulled to reflect the smile now dominating his face. “Yes I am. Do I know you?” Trying not to be impolite but his stature and angular greek like looks are ripping you back to the night you have been trying so hard to forget. It was not this man's fault that he has a similar look to.. You can’t even speak his name in your head or else you’ll crumble right here in this cafe.

His face twists in a concern like manner and you snap yourself out of the spiraling thoughts consuming you. “I’m sorry did you say something?” Feeling a slight blush warm your cheeks, he just plasters that same smile back on, this time a dimple settles on the corner of his left lip.

He never looked at me like that.

“I said I’m Seonghwa. I work with your friends and they have been trying to set us up for a while now I guess. I’m sorry it seems you didn’t know and I don't want to make you feel comfortable. I will just go now and-” Now it's his turn to warm with embarrassment. “No you came all the way here! Sit, we can just talk over a cup of coffee. His cheeks illuminating slightly with the pink still tinting his tan skin. His smile shines even brighter as he takes a seat across from you.

And for almost two months now it has been Seonghwa. We have been inseparable since that fateful day. We might be on the cusp of dating but no matter how many times he brings it up I just can’t say yes. My mind is so clearly set on picking Seonghwa, but, it's my fickle heart that is standing in the way of fully letting him in. He makes me so happy, so it should be the obvious choice of Seonghwa but it’s almost as if Yeosang cast a spell on you. No, fuck him for screwing with my life even after he’s no longer in it.

Your kinda boyfriend Seonghwa was throwing a party and of course you had  to go. It didn’t take you long to get ready and take the elevator down 3 floors to his apartment. As you neared his floor you could hear the slight thumping of a deep bass. As the elevator dinged and opened its doors to the hallway, almost shaking with the music. You turn right and walk down the warmly lit hall close towards my destination. Another right and I’m hit with the stench of weed and alcohol. Dodging the dazed bodies of both men and women to finally reach the heart of the party.

My eyes roamed the crowd, taking in the delightful sight. There’s a young girl swaying her hips in time with the beat, a drink in hand raised above her head. Looking to my left I see two young men, bodies facing one another in an intimate type of way. The taller of the two looked down at his partner with a soft expression of bliss coating his features while his counterpart excitedly shared some story, hands and arms flinging around to better share the experience.

Continuing to scan the crowd I finally see Seonghwa. Squeezing, sliding and ducking, I’m able to make my way through the crowd and reach him. Moving closer to him I wrap my arm around his and he finally turns noticing me. “Y/n! You made it!” He moves his arm causing mine to fall but he leans down and pulls me into a hug. His scent of warm vanilla and coconut rum washed over my senses. I felt the twitch of arousal flicker down to my lower stomach at the pressure of his hands running from my shoulder blades down to finally wrap around my hips.

A chill ran down my spine, but not of pleasure. I can feel the burning of eyes labored onto my back. My body stiffened and my palms began to sweat. Sensing my change seonghwa releases from the hug and sets his focus solely on my face. His brows curl in concern and he places his hands on my shoulders to pull me out of my frozen state.

It can’t be him. He doesn’t know Seonghwa, right?

“Y/n?” Seonghwa shakes my shoulders slightly, finally pulling me out of my state. “Yes hwa?” My voice barely a whisper. I clear my throat and repeat the sentence. “You went all quiet. Are you okay?” His hands move up to cup my cheeks and I can’t help but smile at his comforting warmth. “Yes hwa. Just got lost in thought I guess.” You try to laugh it off but he still seems to be on edge. You move his hands from your face and hold them in yours, “Come on, let’s go get a drink.”

~

A few drinks later and you definitely forgot about the chilling thought of him being here. There was a slight buzz clouding your mind as you and your kind of boyfriend danced within the crowd. You could feel the heat of his body pressed closely behind yours. His hands held a weak grip on your hips, just enough of pressure to keep your ass connected with his pelvis. Swaying sensually to the music with a tall handsome man behind you, a great buzz growing, your mind finally turned off. This feeling enlightened your mind of its troubles and just let you be.

This euphoric feeling did not last long when the chill returned, slithering it’s way down my spine. Shooting my eyes open, I now searched the crowd for the source. Relief started to settle my jumpy body but disappeared when I spotted him.

He looked like a god. Standing in the corner of the room, drink stopped just at his full lips and his darkened eyes met mine from across the room. Stopping the movement of my body as the rush of emotions consumes me. Seonghwa’s grip tightens, encouraging me to keep moving with him. The memory of Yeosang hands grabbing me the same way causes a flare of panic to jolt my system alive. Grabbing Seonghwas hands from my hips while still holding them, I turned to face him, “I’m not feeling so good hwa. I’m going to go home, I think.” Obviously drunk, he whines out a response but I place a quick kiss to his cheek and head towards the front door.

~

I could feel him following close behind me.

His footsteps mocked mine, the heel of his boot clicking against the black and white tile. The sound echoed louder and soon enough there was a hand stopping me by the shoulder. “Y/n.” My breath hitches at the sound of his deep voice. “Please don’t walk away from me again.” He turns me around to face him but my head is locked downward, staring at his shiny black combat boots. With his other hand he hooks a finger underneath my chin and lifts my line of vision to meet his.

Gone were the inky, brooding eyes I’ve come to know and fear, now his eyes shine like two pools of dark honey inviting me into the sweetness. His warm eyes flicker all across my face before landing briefly on my lips once and taking their final place meeting back with mine. Our faces are so close that I can smell the sweet scent of peach, no doubt from the flavor of soju he had been drinking. His thumb gently runs back and forth over my bottom lips as his eyes never leave mine.

Reality hits me like a fucking train. Taking a step back, I break the contact between us and now I’m left with a cold feeling deep deep inside me. His mouth opens to speak again but I hold my hand up to stop him. “What can I help you with Yeosang?” I managed to muster up every ounce of courage I had. He falters at my response. A long silence drags on between us. He’s just staring intently at me, mouth slightly agape and his posture now rigid. “Okay then. Good night Yeosang.” Turning around I continue walking straight, aiming for the elevator directly in front of me. I don’t look back. I press the button and the doors slide open. Entering the old fashioned metal cage-like elevator I finally turn and see him. Standing exactly as I left him. It’s not until the doors are about to close that I see him start forward. It’s too late. The doors have shut and the 5th floor button is already glowing with its destination.

I make it down the long hallway to my apartment, the last and furthest one from the elevator. I kick off my shoes in the entryway and slug my way into the joined kitchen and living room. I open the fridge door and grab my picker of water, setting it on the island behind me. It’s at this point that my mind is no longer thinking. There are only the basic thoughts like the ones for water and sleep. I grab a cup from the cupboard next to me, then pour and gulp the chilled water. The water energizes me long enough to make it to the couch and once my head hits the soft throw pillow, I’m out.

~

I’m jolted from my sleep by a loud smack at the door. I froze, careful not to make a sound. Then a fury of knocks follow the smack. My dazed brain racks itself for some sort of rationalization for the situation. I jump to the thought of Seonghwa. He was pretty wasted, he could be coming up to check on me. My heart does a guilty flip. I get to my feet and head over to the door. The banging has stopped by the time I open the door. The man on his knees before me was not who I was expecting. The sound of me opening the door has him lifting his hanging head. His dark shaggy hair moves in motion with his head. The dark bangs framing his face fall back with the rest of his hair when he is fully looking up at me. The look in his eyes has not changed from when I had just seen him last.

“I knocked on every door.” His rasp almost brought my knees to tremble. “Excuse me?” My words came out weak. “I knocked on every door on this floor to find you y/n.” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back even further making him look even more like he was carved from stone. He takes a deep breath, holds, and then lets it go slowly, reopening his eyes to look back at me. “I was wrong y/n. Ever since that night you walked away from me, I have not been able to get you out of my mind.” His hand jets up to push the hair falling into his face back. “I don’t understand what you did to me y/n but all I know is I want you. I need you.” He meets my eyes again and they are wild this time, almost as if I can see the thoughts consuming his mind like a wildfire. “Well to quote your own words Yeosang, ‘This was a one time thing. Don’t get it twisted.’ Plus if you couldn’t tell, I’m already seeing someone.” He let out a laugh at the last part of my retort. “Come on y/n, we both know you can’t fully commit to him.” Once again feeling the annoyance that once always accompanied his presence, “And why might that be Yeosang?” He rather slowly gets to his feet, now towering slightly over me, and begins to back us into my apartment.

“You know why y/n. You are just too scared to admit it like I was.” I stop moving, causing him to stop as well. He does not get to come here and treat me like this again. “Fuck off Yeosang. I’m not some toy you can just pick up and play with when you are bored.” A half grin pulled the left corner of his lips up. “That’s not how it seemed to feel last time we were together y/n. Don’t you remember?” The flashbacks playing through my mind cause waves of pleasure to migrate to my stomach and lower. “Oh bite me.” As soon as you said it, you wish you hadn’t. He closed the final distance between you two and he leans in to whisper, “Don’t tempt me doll.” His hot breath fanned down the length of your neck before he stopped right above the last spot he had bitten you. “Y/n, I need to know that you feel the same before we go any further.” My mind whirled from the sleepiness, his confession, his soft lips placing sweet kisses all along my neck and exposed shoulder and my once buried emotions for him resurfacing. Taking a deep breath I pull back from Yeosang. He seems defeated by my movement until I grab his hand. Meeting his eye briefly, I turn to lead him further into my apartment. Walking past the living room and through a tiny hall I stop outside the door to my bedroom. Before I open the door I release his hand and grab him by the face, effectively pulling his head down to my level. “I can’t be another one time thing with you again Yeosang. I won’t be able to pull myself together if it happens again.” A couple tears fell down my cheeks and now it's his turn to hold my face. Wiping my tears away and placing a kiss where each one fell, he looks at my lips and leans his head in to kiss me.

I wish I could say I forgot how soft his lips were, but I can’t. He worked my mouth open slowly for him to let his tongue slide in, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away I find myself fiending more and more, just needing another hit. “Y/n, I’m the biggest fool for ever thinking that you were.” My breath shortened in excitement and hopefulness. I reached behind me and opened the door. Keeping one hand on cupping my face, the other hooked under my knee, urging me to straddle him as he strode towards my bed. He looked into my eyes the whole time, our souls connecting. He tossed me onto the bed and placed himself in between my legs. “You are mine, doll. I want you and only you.” My whole body becomes heightened with arousal, I try to roll my hips into his but he stops me. “No, I’m going to take my time with you and show you how much you truly mean to me y/n.”

He starts by peeling off the black dress that I was wearing, leaving me in my matching blush pink underwear set. I assumed Seonghwa and I would end up sleeping together tonight so I wore it, and by the angered look on his face, it seems Yeosang figured the same. Frustration getting the better of him he rips my underwear off, like legits rips. The tear of fabric is all I hear before a rush of cool air hits my private area. He then does the same for the matching bralette. Anger now subsides to awe as he sees my naked form laid out in front of him. “So gorgeous.” He mumbles before leaning down and biting the sweet spot on my neck. As he bites he sucks to create a hickey. He repeats this action all down my neck, chest, breast, stomach and inner thigh. Leaning back on his knees once again he admires his work. He takes my new markings in as if he was staring at a piece of art, which in some ways I guess this could be his own art form.

Once he's decided that he has admired his artwork for long enough he slides off the bed to the ground,  pulling me by the hips towards his face and opening my legs , bearing  myself to him. He licks his lips and then he dives right into my soaking pussy. All kinds of sounds, moans, whimpers, pleas, etc come from my mouth as he eats me out. He doesn’t let up his assault as he makes me cum the first time, no he continues and adds two fingers. Soon enough I’m reaching my second climax. Still not letting up he adds a third finger and picks up his pace. Creating a pleasure I’ve never experienced before has me screaming out his name as I cum for a third time in a matter of minutes. Panting and truly struggling to breathe after that unworldly experience leaves me speechless. Yeosang stands from his current position, licking his fingers clean of my juices and licks his lips clean as well. The sight has my still pulsing walls clench again in excitement.

Pulling his form fitting, dark purple sweater over his head, exposing his lean torso and smooth abs to me. He reached for his pants and soon enough the sound of his dick was slapping against his skin. Mouth and pussy watering at the sight of this Greecian God standing before me. Kneeling back on the bed and then trapping myself under his form, he lines his tip at my dripping entrance. The thrill of having him inside me once again is almost enough to have me reaching my 4th climax tonight. He then slid himself fully inside, my walls burning with pleasure. “Fuck” the word comes out in a breathy moan directly into his ear. “Holy shit doll.” He flexed his hips and another wave of pleasure burned through me. “Taking me so well.” he drew his eyes away from mine and looked down to where we were connected. Slowing his pumps and filling me as much as he can, repeating the torturous motion over and over until I almost reach the edge, and then he stops. I dug my nails into his back, a plea for him to stop teasing me, and he quickened his pace. He flipped us over and pulled out the same move he did when we first had sex. Pulling me closer onto his sweat glistened chest, he wrapped his arms around me and began to flex his hips harder and faster inside me. He hit the spot deep inside that caused my vision to go blurry and my head short circuit. Hitting the spot over and over again he had me releasing in no time. He followed shortly after, once again filling my oversensitive pussy with his cum.

Unlike the first time we just stayed in this position for a while. We stayed connected like this for as long as we could. Neither one wanted to break this magically-seeming moment. We would have had we not started to get hard again, while still inside me. The sensation, while amazing, was too painful after 4 orgasms. He pulled himself out of me and grabbed my dress from the floor and began to clean me then himself off. When he was done he tossed the dress back on the ground and just stood there staring at me. Not sure what to say after suddenly feeling self conscious, “You can leave if you want now.” I say it almost as a test, but really it is just me outwardly thinking my biggest fear, that he lied and he was just playing me. He smiled and joined me in bed. “I wasn’t lying, y/n. I want you and only you.” He places a kiss on my forehead and he tucks us under the comforter. For the first time in months, I was finally able to sleep all through the night.

[tsunderedoctor]

howdy purple burple :] hope you're doing well today

I was wondering if i could get some fluffy, as in overwhelmingly, drowning in fluff, for Ace, Marco, and Luffy :)

(just for a little comfort ask, i'm feeling a smidge down at the moment)

take care, purple :D

I'm so sorry you are feeling down!! Please remember, you are so lovely and amazing, if no has told you recently, I love you and want you around!! 💖💖💖 (also Purple Burple is so cute omg, I love it-!!) Reader is gender neutral

Babes Below~!

Portgas D. Ace

Ace is an affirmation lover! This means he loves to compliment you and express his love for you in his words! He doesn’t mind showing it in other ways if you prefer, but he will find himself thinking out loud about how much he loves you and is happy to have you in his life.

When it comes to showing his physical love, he likes to cuddle the most. Whether it be late afternoons when you two want to nap or even at midnight when you had a nightmare. He doesn’t mind, he enjoys the feeling of your body close to his.

Speaking of bodies! He is a portable heater due to his Devil Fruit, so if you don’t like the heat, too bad! If you prefer the heat however, than you’re in luck! 

Loves when you call him a good boy!! He got a lot of hate as a kid for being the Pirate King’s son, so hearing you praise him makes the man forget about all the negative names he had growing up. 

Marco the Phoenix

Now as for Marco, he enjoys spending time with you! He doesn’t mind physical affection or expressing how he feels, but the best time for him is when you two can do something together!

When cuddles are initiated, he’s the type who likes for you to lean against him as he has his arm wrapped around your body, a hand rubbing your back softly while he reads. Totally doesn’t mind if you fall asleep on him either! He finds it cute and will watch you out of the corner of his eye!

 If you happen to get sick, you now have a personal doctor at your beck and call! Despite his calm nature and smile, he really is worried about you and will make sure you rest and get the right nutrients in your body to fight the disease! 

Will take you flying if you ask him! Since his flames are a bit different (i.e they don’t burn/hurt), you can be safe holding on to his neck as he turns into his hybrid form. Likes to hear you gush about the view from above if you are not a flier/tall being, it also gives you a glimpse of the world he sees, almost as if it’s some metaphor of him letting you in his world!

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is a physical lover! He prefers hugs the most out of any of the touches! Though kisses are okay too! Will happily wrap his arms multiple times around your body as he laughs, telling you how comfy you are to him! 

He might not like to share his food, but for you, he will try! Offers you a bite of his favorite meat if you like meat! Actually it be super funny/cute if you didn’t, he just has this confused/lost look on his face as he contemplates life-

If anyone bad mouths you, do know Luffy has your back! He doesn’t like when people mock those he cares about, and that means you too! A good punch in the face with his rubber fist will teach them a lesson! After that, he will turn to you with a smile asking what the plans of the day are.

Sleeping with Luffy is tough! He tosses and turns a lot! He also sleep talks and sometimes sleep fights? He means well, but will have no idea he accidently kicked you in his sleep as he snores next to you. You could try tying him up, but due to his Devil Fruit, he will somehow find a way to get out of it-

Tag List: @angeltani @admiral-hiba @luxiditea @macdonaldsmanager @onepieceya @undercoverweeeb @my-one-piece-experience @simping-master-69 @lukasismissing @xxtoothachexx @fire-fist-ann @sanjithesimp @1-800-cherri @secretsnailor @rivvd-art @athenaportgas @kodi-bear and anyone else who wants to join in!

[illicit-affairs-in-august]

If you start listening to Midnight Memories by One Direction at exactly 11:57:33, Harry will scream as the clock strikes midnight. Start your New Year's off right.

[yespolkadotkitty]

Tagged by: @thirstworldproblemss in this post - thanks, you superstar! And thank you for re-reading my first ever Pero fic!!

Rules:  tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Favorite color: red and gold, as per the Chinese colours of luck and prosperity.

Currently reading: The Bride Test by Helen Hoang. I love everything by her.

Last song:  Midnight Sky - Miley Cyrus

Last series:  Our Flag Means Death. OMG it's STELLAR. Please watch it.

Last movie:  Cherry (2021). It's a stunning example of how fantastic an actor Tom Holland is, but I'm not sure I'd watch it again. It's riveting but tough, and very emotional.

Sweet, spicy, or savory:  sweet, always sweet.

Coffee or tea:  Always tea. The black kind where you add milk.

Three ships:  Loki x Darcy Lewis, Mal Reynolds x Inara Serra, Nathan Drake x Victor Sullivan

First ever ship: Gosh. I'm trying to remember. Probably when I was a 10/11 year old, Nala x Simba from The Lion King.

Currently working on:  I am actually trying to write the next chapter of Wolfe in Sheep's Clothing !!

Favorite piece of clothing: I have a short sleeved a-line dress covered in a photographic Bluebell print.

Comfort food:  Crisps. Chinese food.

Favorite time of year: Summer. The height of summer when I don't need to bring a coat ANY-FUCKING-WHERE

Favorite fanfiction:  Way too many to list here. Way too many. But authors I return to again and again include @mourningbirds1 @keeper0fthestars @just-the-hiddles @fuddlewuddle @littlefreya @jazzelsaur @radiowallet @charnelhouse @spooky-ghosts @babblydrabbly and that's the TIP OF THE ICEBERG

No pressure tags for peeps I would like to get to know better:  I have no idea who has done this folks, so sorry if I’m double tagging anyone: @queridopascal @loverhymeswith @fuddlewuddle @wint3r-h3art @full-time-make-believer @a-reader-and-a-writer ....and YOU

[lale-txt]

*pops in* HEY!

So, today is bad BAD day for me mentally ( i am talking it took me half a day to get off the bed again and eat dinner...in the midnight)

But now, in my few cubes of cheese and nuts I sat down and said " well why not trying Tumblr to get me through this hell" aaand found you posted the Mihawk s/o meeting Shakky and Rayleigh.

I just wanna thank you for writing it. Cuz for me personally it was so fun i actually smiled and laughed and started even hiccuping from the loud laughing. My belly hurts from it all! So thank you!

You made my hell of a day so MUCH BETTER!

👉👈🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ so yea, thank you.

Its brilliant. Its funny. And when i will have my energy back i will definitely reblog it with all my fave lines in the tags cuz I JUST HAVE TO! Its sooo good. (I just dont have the energy for it now 😅)

you sweetheart omg（ｉДｉ）

i'm sorry to hear you're struggling so much today! but i'm very proud of you for making it out of bed and getting something to eat, i know this is hard and even the littlest things can feel so exhausting. so well done ♡

it made me very happy to hear i could make you laugh out loud with my silly little headcanons, hehe! that's exactly what they were made for. also please don't pressure yourself to reblog and leave tags when you don't have the energy, you sending me this lenghty message alone made my whole day so much better!

hope you're taking good care of yourself and that you will feel a lot lighter soon. i'm cheering for you from the back (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

[builder051]

hi laur! i hope you’re doing well and that your health is ok. i wanted to ask if u could do a fic in ur nat on fire verse that has something to do with nat’s experiences in the red room (with steve and nat interaction)? not sure if it would work but i thought i’d ask

Glad to fill this for you!

Regular Nat on fire trigger warnings: blood, illness, injury, Alcohol/drug use mentions, violence/canon typical violence, (I don't know how to phrase this) violent childhood/bad childhood/violence against children/violence by children/child abuse, bad truths of government/war... OMG so much bad, I'm sorry if I didn't tag appropriately...

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SHIELD's outdone themselves with the renovations.

The gym's been closed for a month at least, grandly re-opened, and been promptly forgotten about, which is just the way Nat likes it.

Sure, there are the regulars who come and beat on the treadmills after their nine-to-five shifts, leaving gum wrappers in the cupholders and the individual television screens stuck on HBO MAX.

The rats come in the early morning, around four, and lift weights. Prop doors open with kettlebells. Try not to make noise as they rush through some inherently loud, breathy workout, like jump rope.

Nat prefers to be long gone by the time anyone else comes to use the building's updated fitness facilities. She's worked some odd hours lately, all volunteered, if anyone's asking, and wandering into the glass-ceilinged expanse of cool chrome and recycled tires at a quarter to midnight is sometimes just the thing to cool her nerves.

Three-ish hours of alone time in an echo chamber with heavy shit lined up along one wall, cardio equipment along the other, and a swerving low-grade ramp descending down the center. Nat admires the new tech and accessibility, even though she came in through the door to the fire stairs.

Working out hasn't been a priority of hers lately. If anything, it's been a pipe dream. Nat's a trembling bundle of nerves, still running on the fumes of the diet coke and adderall she gulped down around the customary lunch hour.

Out of four late shifts in a row, this is the first one that's actually turned her out into the gym proper, further than just the miniature atrium where pathways to all equipment, storage closets, locker rooms, and, apparently, the fire stairs, would seem to collide.

Nat's sweaty from her pits to her palms, perturbed from her paperwork. She needs to get out of her head.

Go home and sleep and shower like a normal person, that would be the optimal solution. But there's coke up in her office, like the actual real white powdery stuff, stashed in a little bag in her drawer, and she isn't quite sure how she hasn't used today already.

The space behind Nat's molars twinges, and her mouth waters with something between need and need to vomit. She reaches out automatically, catching the handrail to the ramp. It follows the wall with a long stretch of flat floor before forming a pathway with its ascent.

Other parts of Nat's body snap into place, following memory to save her balance. Feet planted. Shoulders back. Arm up at the elbow.

Fuck. But before she knows what she's doing, Nat's bumped her heels together and completed tendu en crois to the right fifteen times, so she crosses her tennis shoes in a tight fifth position and turns to do the left.

She's out of breath when she finishes. Nat scoffs and starts to walk away, but turns back to the right and closes to first position with a tidy plie to clear her conscience.

But-- A sous sous balance, just to test her luck? Nat can't completely close the space between her feet, which is probably healthier for her hamstrings in the long run, but she damn well tries. She lifts her free hand to fifth position, then wavers the other off the makeshift barre. Her entire body shivers, though the treads on Nat's shoes form a next to unbreakable grip on the similarly textured floor--nothing like a satin pointe shoe against sprung wood.

She's falling sideways by the time her fingers find their places in the air above her head. Nat grimaces, lets the tendons in the fronts of her ankles overstretch, then steps forward in a grand stumble. A bubble of air rises in her chest, and Nat's about to laugh out loud, but there's the sudden sound of a door opening several stories above her.

Nat freezes in place, panic sending every hair on her body up on end. There's a door in front of her, to a closet, it looks like, and without a moment of thought, Nat's through it and cowering on the other side.

She listens at the crack for a moment, and Nat's horrified when a loud male voice sounds out along with quick, bouncing footsteps. "Hello?"

What, is it security or something? Don't regular gym users just, like, do their workouts? With headphones? It's not like Nat doesn't have a right to be there, but since the renovation and everything went biometric she doesn't carry her badge obsessively. Lanyards are dumb. Her pants don't have a pocket for that.

"Hello?"

Nat retreats deeper into the closet. It's full of bulky equipment. She feels around for a light switch. Most of the stuff seems to be waist-high and hard, cold plastic. But then Nat's hand hits something disturbingly squishy, and she can't contain a yelp.

She finds the light switch, but Nat doesn't have enough time to get her bearings before the door to the closet bursts open behind her and the voice, out of breath and shaking asks, "Are you ok?"

"I, um--"

Nat's still blinking at the weighted sandbags and rolled mats and trying very hard not to stare down at the armless and legless sunburnt-looking rubber woman beneath her recoiled hand.

There's one put together, though further back in the storage closet. It's male-looking, with a thick neck and bare chest, cut at the waist and attached to the heavy base of the punching bag. Everything from its severe haircut to its empty eyes is sculpted of orange-tan silicone meant to bend and flex with the give of human skin. Or at least with a better simulation than a bag and a paddle.

"Nat?"

Nat jumps at the sound of her name. Her arm jerks. She bumps the woman dummy again.

It's Steve Rogers standing there, holding the door open. Nat should've known. He's another team weirdo, a guy nobody can seem to jive with. She's heard from Fury that he keeps odd hours. Fitness... she supposes is a timeless thing?

But now, to get him off her back. She should've gone home. She should've done drugs.

"I--" Nat clears her throat. "I was..." She has a story. She was in here to get equipment. Of course. A mat. A thing. The thing she's touching.

The spare parts are disconcerting to look at. Nat swallows. Her mouth is all full of spit again. "I was trying to make one. You know." She gestures vaguely and forces a smile. "My height. Weight. Whatever."

"Oh." Steve nods. He gives the woman dummy a look. Then gazes back to the assembled male version. "I usually just use the bags." He tips his head toward the scarred punching bags stored on the other side of the closet, the type fit with carabiners and chains ready to hook to the ceiling.

"My take on hand-to-hand's a little..." Nat shrugs, imagining landing a hit to an enormous bag, only to get her own taste of the carpet on its return swing. "Sleeker?"

"Modern stuff," Steve agrees, nodding. "I should test it out, maybe." He seems to be trying to look on the bright side. Nat hates it on principle. Hates him a little, too.

"You don't have to." Nat reaches both hands for a base, moving it into the space between them.

"I'll help you get set up first," Steve says. He squats and lifts the base for the punching bag. His arms wrap around the bottom and clamp the heaviest bit tightly to his chest. Steve rises and turns on his heel, saying, "Pick the, you know, thing, you want..."

"...sure..." Nat lets out her breath, watching him go. She shakes her head. She's still trembling. She needs to get a grip. Just-- the woman dummy she keeps bopping. That one. That'll be fine.

Nat forces herself to look down. She measures her stance in demi-seconde. Presses through her feet. Bends her knees to keep from lifting with her back, because she knows she will.

Nat rises in her plie, her nails digging into the woman dummy's rubbery flesh. One hand has her would-be armpit, the other her throat. Nat takes as little care as possible on purpose, treating the equipment as what it is, an object rife for her to abuse.

She rests the mass of molded silicone against the wall, facing away from her, in order to catch her breath and adjust her grip. Another petite pile creates a shuddering relief at the base of Nat's spine. The drilled sequences of Grand Pas Classique suddenly blare as an echo of notes through her ears and a stretch through her limbs.

Nat doesn't get a chance to move, though, because shifting the woman dummy seems to have created a greater upset than she originally thought. There's a dull thud, and a small, bald head hits the floor next to Nat's shoe.

Her head looked bald when it hit the floor. Her hair was platinum blonde, and fine like a baby's. Her braided bun was the size of a crooked finger, bobby pins shooting out of it more often than holding it down. But nobody was looking at her hair, just the trail of blood dripping from her nose. The small spatter on the white bathroom tile. The smear they didn't see Nat wipe away on the hip of her black leotard.

The woman dummy falls over when Nat's elbows contract in fright again. It shouldn't scare her, she's seen one before. So many times she ought to be acclimatized to it. She actually thought she still was.

Nat's stomach clenches as she picks up the rubbery model of the child. The back of its head is slightly too large to fit in the palm of her hand, and though her fingers reach, she has to give it an emergent reverse upper cut to the windpipe to keep from overbalancing the weight of the torso and letting it flop back to the ground. Which somehow seems worse than grabbing it and smacking it around.

She's supposed to hit it, right? Like she's supposed to shoot a target? Ok, not when you're putting it up, not when there are bystanders, but, isn't that her...purpose?

Nat slides to her knees and flips the child dummy onto its back. It's built to the rough scale of a unisex five-year-old, though slightly skewed. The proportions are off. Adult, somehow. Lines draw back across the scalp to express the presence of hair. There are blank, small facial features; eyes with neither irises nor pupils. Ridges around the neck and shoulders to form a neckline and sleeves, so as to non sexualize the thing whilst still providing the expansive chest and abdomen to which one would direct organ hits.

Because that's what it was for. Modeling attacks. Not for widespread use. But for people like Nat. People who trained for it. People who did it.

The pointe shoes came before the black leotard. The Russians are fucked up and start everyone en pointe too soon, Nat doesn't mind to argue. She doesn't know how old she was when they took her away. But the babies were in white. The little girls were in blue. And all she can remember is that the blood was red.

"I didn't know where you wanted me to set it, so--" Steve's voice falls out of the air as he walks back into the closet.

Heat comes to Nat's cheeks. She feels caught. Humiliated. Like he's walked in on her doing something dirty.

"I wasn't, like--" Nat turns a disgusted face and raises her hands like she's been cornered by a cop. The child dummy falls heavily into her lap. "This isn't--"

Steve stays silent. He looks at her. He blinks, then looks away. "I've seen those," he says softly. "It's...hard. The first time you find one. When you put it all together."

"Huh?" Nat's confused. Is he making some kind of sick joke? Or is he really mistaking her for a lady, a true crime virgin? He must not know how old she is. He must not know a lick about her past.

To be fair, SHIELD makes a decent attempt of following the laws of HR. Protecting people's privacy. Not providing intel to people who don't need it.

Like not telling Nat that they're still actively deploying missions against child operatives. Which, obviously, they are if they're keeping equipment to train agents in combat against them.

And that makes sense. Who does the Red Room feed? KGB. HYDRA. Terrorist cells all around the world.

And who does the Red Room recruit? Girls who make it through a select screening process. Immune to pain. Athletic. One in twenty. A perfect body. One in one hundred. A perfect mind.

Nat wonders if half the girls in the Red Room would've even been considered at the Bolshoi.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this stuff." Steve takes the child dummy out of Nat's lap. She doesn't realize she has her arm around its torso. It's almost a shock to feel the empty space.

"No, it's fine--" Nat struggles to find traction. She moves her hands to grip her opposite biceps, crossing her arms, hunching her back. It's not fine. It's all wrong. She's caving in, like a victim, like an addict.

"D'you, this one, or...?" Steve points to the woman dummy, awkwardly holding the silicone child upside down behind his back.

"I'm really sorry." Nat feels hot again. Sick. Empty and light and powerless. She dips her head inward toward her navel. "I think... I'll just put them away."

"Yeah." Steve's voice is imbued with far too much enthusiasm. "Ok." He makes something of a show of climbing to the back of the closet to tuck the child dummy away.

Nat uses the moment to scrub her eyes and get to her feet. She thinks about running. But plie-heft-straighten gets the better of her, and she uses the toe of her shoe and the heel of her hand to wedge the woman dummy back into line.

"Done?" Steve returns, stepping over a pile of mats to minimize his destruction. "I can put the base away..."

"Oh." Nat's forgotten about that. "Thanks."

She holds the door open, and is relieved, if not a little impressed, that Steve rolls the thing on its edge instead of deadlifting it like a circus strongman.

"I, uh, remember." Steve stops, shutting off the light, but leaving the closet door open. "The prototypes. Came out after an attack in a school in Germany, the students went rogue, took each other hostage. Ten teachers were killed before anyone could notify the authorities." He shakes his head. "Was... middle of the war. They were ready to hand over the file, but..."

He doesn't have to talk. He has to know that. "Steve..." Nat lifts her arm as if to catch his shoulder with her fingertips. She's several inches short, and doesn't want to touch him anyway, but it doesn't stop her trying.

"I refused the mission." Steve's tone goes flat. "Kids getting brainwashed, I couldn't--"

"Well, you're so upstanding, then." Nat should've gone home. She should've done drugs. She should've let him put together the damn punching bag. Her heart flutters, and her head goes from spinning to throbbing. Nat's vision goes grainy at the corners. She doesn't know what she's doing.

She's hitting her target. She's raising her fist. But instead of the dead on bullseye, what she's made is collateral damage. The little blonde head was never supposed to snap back that far. She never meant to be hard and cold. But her she is, twenty-some-odd years since, still swallowing the pain.

The taste of blood is bland, almost soothing. Nat swallows before she realizes her lip is bleeding, that she's bitten right through the skin. She's going to pass out; it's a miracle she hasn't already.

"Nat?"

Steve's too close. He's touching her. His palm at the small of her back.

"You don't know me," Nat manages.

"Maybe I don't, but-- You need--" He looks around. He's innocently confused. SHIELD has kept him protected. Maybe he is trying to see the best in her.

What best in her? What's better? An assassin who takes down the bad guys? Who shoots up on the weekends and drinks on her lunch breaks to deal with having a past as a kid who was taught to kill? Who was only taken in so as to cover up for her being child who was heartless to begin with?

"I trained with those things. Every day." Nat snorts. Liquid shoots out her nose. She swipes at it out of habit, and is relatively unconcerned to see the bloody mucous on the back of her hand.

"Here." Steve pulls a godforsaken handkerchief from his pocket, which Nat violently bats away.

"It's fine," she mutters thickly.

"It's not."

"I was in a program--" Nat bites down again on her split lip. The pain registers this time, but she keeps talking. "Where kids kill people."

Steve nods once, but doesn't otherwise move. Maybe he doesn't understand.

"I killed people when I was a kid." Nat takes a breath, aware that she's quickly losing stability on her feet. Her center of gravity is completely dependent on the stillness of Steve's hand. She prays he doesn't drop her.

Nat's vision tunnels. She's on her ass. Her head is wedged between her bony knees. The rhythm of her breathing is strangely slow and even, measured up with an outside body which seems to be providing pressure to her upper back.

And now throttling her. No, taking her pulse. Which is out of control.

"Yeah, I know it's tachy..." she mumbles.

"Do you need a crash cart?"

"Was that... a prototype? When you were in the army? Too?" Nat double-inhales and almost chokes herself.

"Why are you making jokes?" Steve claps her on the back, making her cough roughly. "Sorry."

"I thought you pre-dated that shit. I thought you didn't know CPR." It's easier to keep tearing him down. Always easier to fight.

"Yeah, well, SHIELD made me take a class." Steve tips Nat onto her side. Saliva and more bloody mucous flow out onto the floor. "I think a recovery position is better..."

"Fuck you..." Nat tries, though it all comes out as a gurgle.

"Don't talk. I don't think you're stable." Steve leaves one hand on her shoulder, then turns away, muttering. Nat realizes he's consulting the list of emergency numbers on the back of his badge, and she shreds the backs of his eyelids with her fingernails.

"Ow, what?" Steve's badge goes zipping back to his pocket clip.

"I'm not worth rescuing." Nat squirms onto her shoulder blades and the flats of her feet, then pushes up with her hands. She means to stand up and walk away, but trembles mightily and shocks herself with her own failure.

"You're bleeding out," Steve says desperately. "You're losing your airway--"

"I bit my lip," Nat laughs. "I'm fucking sick. I take drugs."

"But--"

"Stand me up!" Nat demands. She scrapes her tongue with her teeth and spits. "I'll let you do whatever! Fuck me! Take me to the ER!"

"What the--?" Steve's eyebrows shoot right off into his hair. "Ok, ok, fine." He scrambles up and, holding Nat tightly around the arms, unfolds her like a soggy piece of paper.

She does everything she can to stand under her own power, but Nat's head remains bowed, propped up with her forehead resting on the crest of Steve's collarbone. Which she supposes she'll have to live with.

He smells clean. She smells like sour sweat and amphetamines. And blood, probably. Though it's become so infused in her sinuses by now that it's undetectable.

"Sorry," Nat whispers, lines of moisture dripping from her cheeks down to her chin. "I didn't mean to, like..."

"No." One of Steve's hands moves to press lightly behind her shoulder. The other cups behind her ear. It's oddly unintrusive. "You didn't."

"You didn't, either." Nat sniffles. A whole breath of his body. His being. "I want you to know that."

"Can I take you to the hospital?" Steve asks slowly. "I won't leave you. Or, I will, if you'd rather..."

"Um..."

"Urgent care clinic? Somewhere's got to be open 24-hours. I won't make you give them your name." He sounds a little desperate.

"That's..." Nat pauses. "Yeah. That's fine."

"Yeah?"

"Ok. I said ok."

"You'll be alright if I bring the car around?" Steve touches Nat's cheek and turns his head in the direction of the gym's main door.

"Mm-hm."

"If you just sit, you'll be ok?" Steve checks in again. "While I run and get the car?"

Nat's sure he will indeed run. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Ok."

He eases her back to the ground, back to safety. Upright this time, though. Steve stops. Looks at her. Really looks. "You sure?"

Nat looks back. Minds her breath. Nods once. "Yeah."

[kurooru]

also ooo for my tag,,, im actually so surprised by this myself but like... i'm not in love with anyone anymore🤯 its literally blowing my mind rn bc i've always ALWAYS found a way to fall in love w someone like my standards were literally SO LOW and now i just am not attracted to relationships anymore😯😣 literally just floating around in space, single af🤑 #space cowgirl kaybie perhaps?? JKLKSJDLA im sorry its like midnight my brain is not functioning

grrr i hate tumblr it deleted my response >:( but skdhksjd it’s ok,, being single is hot af 🥰 like u can just focus on yourself and it feels so much nicer to. i’m still mentally in a relationship with suna, oikawa, and kuroo though 😁 and omg i kinda love that actually lmfao i get it dw (it’s 11:40 pm here and im not functioning either)

[sunstaar]

Omg, you actually wrote the Jealousy request... Thank you so much!!!!! I loved it so much, your writing was otherworldly, again! Sorry, I'm just so excited I wish you the bestest, most comfortable day/night because you're simply great

Again, nonnie, I am so sorry it took so long!

Work was draining, and I got home very late, so I wrote most of it on the bus there and back, so it may not be my best writing, I apologize! I'm glad you enjoyed it despite that!!

Knowing that you like it honestly makes my night (as it is almost midnight right now for me). Your excitement is absolutely adorable, so no need to apologize!

Your other request I have in my notes, so I'll make sure to also write it someday? Maybe (just maybe hehe), you wanna shoot me a message, so I could tag you, if you want? 👀 or just send another request if that is what you feel more comfortable with! <3

I also wish you the bestest and most comfortable day/night, because you are a very sweet anonymous user and I appreciate that very much! Stay safe and as sweet as you are!!